Granted, I didn’t know Jenny nor Preston before their engagement session in Saint Paul last month.. but they seem like such a solid unit, it’s hard for me to picture a time when they weren’t always Jenny and Preston.

To me, asking people what they do for work has always seemed so flimsy. (Hello, fellow INTJs!) Especially when there are more important things to get to the bottom of, like if you could go anywhere in the world where would you go? (Side note: real excited to see honeymoon snaps from St. Lucia from these two.) Ordinarily I wouldn’t ask or retell that kind of thing…

Nate is the kind of guy that makes you imagine his former schoolteachers referring to him as a “good kid” who was probably either voted most likely to succeed or most charismatic.Meanwhile, Annie is the kind of person that was probably always wearing 16 different friendship bracelets on her wrist at any given time, so full of joy and undiscriminating warmth. Also, probably the Homecoming Queen that everyone actually liked.

“No one is going to believe that this is a real wedding,” I told her as she stood in front of the mirror, minutes before the ceremony. She laughed in response, make-up brush in hand. (Look for it in the scrolling below; it was ridiculously adorable.)

I’ve never felt so nervous to hit publish on a blog.Not because I’m worried about the quality of the work, but rather the opposite, in a strange twist of feeling.I connected to this wedding so well, that it also feels as if a piece of me is on display.